"Brocky, sweetheart, are you sure you need all this stuff?" Brian placed a firm yet gentle hand on Brock's arm, stopping him as he filled the shopping cart with more things. The older man had finally committed to losing weight, which called for a trip to their local Walmart. They'd been there for a little over an hour now, Brock wanting to pick out all the right things. He had purchased a scale, some healthy cookbooks, as well as some different vitamins and supplements. The couple were now heading towards checkout, and the pile in the cart made Brian a bit nervous. Sure, he loved his husband to be when he got all flustered and determined, but he wondered if Brock was going about this the right way.

The older man nodded as they met each other's gaze. "I'm serious about this Brian." And he was; after everything he had felt about himself in just the last month, that had made him want to do this more than ever. "I want to look good for the wedding." Which was also a true statement.

Brock was stubborn in his ways, Brian knew that, which was why he supported the other man in any way he possibly could. He never wanted Brock to feel discouraged, hell, he wanted that man to achieve his every dream. So, this was another thing that Brian would just have to be supportive of. Although he didn't really see the reason why Brock felt the need to lose weight, he thought he was perfect in every single way, he went along with it because it was what Brock wanted, and he loved Brock. He would always be the older man's number one fan. "Okay." He simply said, before leading Brock to the checkout line.

"And I don't have that much time to do it." Brock reminded of the upcoming wedding date.

"I know." Brian answered simply again, thinking about the the few months they had left before they would be partners. If the Irishman were being honest with himself, he couldn't wait to be married to Brock. Overall, he had spent about a hundred and fifty dollars at the store, and that didn't include his gym membership that he still needed to purchase. So after checking out and loading up the car, the two were on their way home. "Should we try one the recipes that you picked out tonight?" Brian suggested as he drove.

The older man looked over and gave a faint smile, "Oh you don't have to eat that stuff if you don't want to."

In that moment, the Irishman looked almost incredulous. "Are you kidding me? Of course I do, I want to help you and be supportive, Brock." He glanced quickly at the man beside him before putting his eyes back on the road. "That's what we do for each other. I know if it were me you would be the same way. We can cook it and learn it together." He spoke each word with such sweetness and sincerity, that Brock couldn't help but to melt right then and there. God, he loved that man so much.

He was grinning now, "Okay." If there was one thing for sure it was that Brian was always on his side and they always made a great team.

The evening flew by as they got home and put all their stuff away and began cooking dinner. For this particular night the two had chosen a simple chicken meal, something that wasn't too difficult, and yet something that would be filling. Brock had been drinking water all day, and he felt good, and he felt even better after eating his healthy meal. Maybe this whole ordeal wouldn't be so bad after all. Once they were done eating, both men helped each other clean up before they retired to their gaming rooms to get some work done. Before he knew it, Brock could barely keep his eyes open; it had been a busy day.

However, just before turning in, curiosity got the best of him and he decided to weigh himself on his new scale, which was absolutely nerve wracking. And when he stood in the bathroom staring at the little digital number that was way too big, he wanted to throw up. He had never been that big, and he decided right then and there that this losing weight thing had to work.

Most times Brock went to bed before Brian, and for tonight, that was the case. He found himself in the bedroom changing into pajamas. Pants were always a must, and he usually slept without a shirt, but for some reason he wanted to leave one on for this particular bed time. The numbers on the scale flashed in his brain. It's not that he didn't like the way he looked, he just knew that he could look better. That was what motivated him. And after Brock was done changing, he climbed into bed and played on his phone for a bit. Once his head grew sleepy, he put his phone on the charger and closed his eyes trying to rest.

He was about to drift when he felt Brian coming into the room to go to sleep. The taller man stripped down and climbed into bed behind Brock. Immediately, his long arms snaked around his waist and his nose was in his hair. Brock was flooded with warmth. He always felt safe when he was in Brian's arms, it was a feeling he would never get tired of. "Are you sleeping?" The Irishman's voice was barely above a whisper as it tickled the older man's neck.

"Something like that." Brock replied groggily as he pressed himself more into Brian, trying to soak up the heat. "What time is it?"

"A little after two in the morning..."

"Oh, it's so late." The older man grumbled sleepily.

"I know, you should really go to bed." Brian chuckled.

Brock rolled over so he could face his fiance, but then closed his eyes. "Then stop talking to me."

The younger man feigned hurt, loving his playfulness he always had with Brock. "Then how about I kiss you instead?" He retorted.

Brock opened one of eyes in a squint, "I wouldn't object to that." He smiled gently, which disappeared once the Irishman captured his lips. The kiss was sloppy, sleepy, Brian just wanting the affection of his partner, and Brock couldn't even lie, it felt nice to be wanted. Their bodies got closer as they deepened their connection, before Brock pulled away, breathless. "Okay, we really do need to go to sleep."

"Agreed." The Irishman got out as he made himself comfortable. It was quiet for a few moments before he spoke again. "I can go to the gym with you tomorrow if you want..." And at that Brock froze; did he want Brian there? Was he ready for something like that? He didn't know how to answer his fiance's statement. "Brock?" He inquired again, pulling the man out of his trance.

He hesitated for a moment, "I think I want to go alone first... Get comfortable with everything, you know?" He knew he was hurting Brian, but he did not want the younger man seeing him struggle to work out.

"Oh, okay." Brian wasn't going to lie, he was a little confused and hurt by Brock's words. But he would let the older man be for now, and when he was ready, then they would work out together. The time would be right eventually. "Goodnight sweetheart, I love you." He tightened his grip on the other man, finally realizing that he had a shirt on tonight, and a part of him wondered why.

"I love you too, Bri."